Wiggler murmured as she had her upper arms folded, with her lower arms on her caterpillar hips. "Is it me, or does this place seem... less cheerful?"
"What do you mean?" Toad asked as he wrapped his arms around the back of his white mushroom cap.
Wiggler bobbed her head left and right as she had her left upper hand on her chin. "I don't know. It looks like someone sucked away all the vibrant joy out of it."
Toad shrugged as he blinked a few times. "Well, I don't think Toadette is here... speaking of which, where is she?" He asked, looking around as they were on the wooden bridge.
Toadette was sitting on top of the giant bluish green mountain, sniffling as she was feeling sad, noticing all the bright, colorful graphics becoming less full of life and more grayish, with her not knowing why the color was being sucked out of it.
